I often wander, we are such fragile creatures in reality, and there is always some mortal danger looming over us. Natural disasters, falling debris, 2-ton chunks of mechanized metal zooming past at speeds we could not even have imagined 200 years ago. But yet we survive, Millions, billions, of us make it to the next dawn just to try it again. To call it a miracle would be too strong, because it happens far too often, but to call it miraculous might almost fit. I've seen death in an instance, caused by unfortunate mistakes. I've seen death slowly creep in through the gaps provided by old age and sickness. And I look at my two young sons and worry that their next great adventure might be their last, but I can't stop them from living at full throttle, because what kind of life would that be.

Yes, life is fragile, but it is also remarkably resilient. Griz, your latest trials are proof of that. Even if it requires the aid of cybernetics, we find a way to push on. My heart go out to those that have cast off this shell far too early, but they will rejoin us in a new shell and try it again.

It's the greatest true mystery, both sadness and hope. I do not want anyone crying for me, I will have finally gone home. My wishes are for everyone to have a party instead of my funneral, New Orleans style. Until that day, I enjoy every monment.